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Now, about my alphas....
Today, I give you Gangbusters, Book 3 of I-Marshal Stories, a tale of a dark hero who uses his Nephilim talents to accomplish heavenly duty, though he considers his soul condemned. He doesn't even care to be happy in this life as long as he can make up for his crimes.
Danny is a deep and murky thinker. Disturbed by a childhood of gangland wars and street executions, he can't help it that his mind spins to acts of cruelty when he holds a demon in his fists. Danny is demonseed. Even his role as angel of death cannot deter him from his love of torture. The highest of angels, Metatron worries for Danny's soul.
And Danny worries for Faith, who will wander, unprotected, into a den of devils for something as stupid as a story. The expose' she wishes to write will turn a hidden war of angels versus demons into a galaxywide apocalypse of the mortal realm. How will the I-Marshal keep her quiet?
He'll start with a hot kiss.
Daniel Tierney and his
fellow I-Marshals take down the organizations producing the most dangerous
substance in the Alliance. But investigative reporter Faith Vedder turns up at the worst
times, including Danny’s near-assassination. He’s had enough of her
interference and requires her source of information.
Faith won’t tell him
anything that compromises her Pulitzer-worthy story, not even under the magic
of hot attraction. She doesn’t know she’s surrounded by fallen angels at war.
Danny’s not finished making demands. She doesn’t understand until a giant,
snorting, winged monster slobbers down her back, threatening to flay her.
The gangbusters can’t
delay in their mission to shut down gangs until Danny learns the new criminal
kingpin of their world is a man who once held Faith’s heart. In the guise of a
gangland executioner named Heretic, Danny will destroy him. Even if it destroys
Faith.
Angels are watching. Demons are plotting. Faith is the key.
Angels are watching. Demons are plotting. Faith is the key.
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Readers, this is Danny.
Readers, this is Danny.
[ This excerpt is rated R for nasty threats of punishment. Just awful stuff.
And that’s coming from the Good Guy. He means business. ]
Wherever Calderon went, he opened a gun shop, even on the planets where
guns were outlawed. It was his screw-you to the authorities.
The
I-Marshal
had a screw-you for Calderon from the entire Alliance,
hand-delivered. This was Danny's favorite part of the job, having
custody of an invisible super-suit. Hurrah for Alliance technology
secrets.
Unseen, Danny paced into Calderon’s gun store, walked right past the gangster’s bulky
guards and into the firing range, not needing to kill the guards to keep them
from spotting his talk with their
boss.
The
oily Calderon stood alone in a shooting booth, firing a variety of firearms,
both projectile and beam weapons. The mobster’s range time was the only time he
was without his posse in attendance or women on his arm. The familiar smell of
gunpowder made Danny smile. He watched for a while to see if Calderon was a
good shot. He was. But it wasn’t going to help him.
When
Danny felt like it, he walked up to Calderon unsuspecting, and he clocked the
mobster, sending him to the concrete floor.
Minutes
later, Calderon awakened to find himself hanging upside down a half-meter in
the air at the target-end of the shooting range, his hands cuffed behind his
back, his body wrapped in and suspended by the cables that operated the
target-retrieval system of the range. His eyes rolled upward to find Danny’s
gold I-Marshal badge jammed in his mouth and no one in the room.
No one visible.
“Go ahead,” Danny spoke loudly into the
gangster’s ear. “Scream all you want.”
Calderon
did. He screamed as much as he could, his mouth stuffed with a big eight-point
star, and it wasn’t enough to penetrate the soundproofed range. He looked
terrified. Good.
When
the criminal scourge of planet Reigna wore himself out squealing like a pig,
Danny plucked the badge from his mouth and wiped it on Calderon’s expensive
suit.
“I’m here for a few reasons, demon. First, to avenge the wholesale death, corruption, and misery you’ve caused the mortal worlds for millennia. I’m going to visit all your brothers connected, and I’m going to destroy every one of you.”
Calderon thrashed in his bonds to no avail. He only swung for his efforts like a pendulum blade.
“I’m here for a few reasons, demon. First, to avenge the wholesale death, corruption, and misery you’ve caused the mortal worlds for millennia. I’m going to visit all your brothers connected, and I’m going to destroy every one of you.”
Calderon thrashed in his bonds to no avail. He only swung for his efforts like a pendulum blade.
“Secondly,
I’ve been sent to avenge your wife’s murder, and that of her family.”
“Who
sent you?” the gangster spat, livid to find himself in this vulnerable position.
“Faith
Vedder. You remember her, the reporter who’s on you like…blasphemy on a devil’s
lips. You met her today.”
The
crook snorted. “I recognized her right away.”
“I
thought you might have. That’s why I’m here to dismantle you. She actually
hasn’t asked me to kill you yet. But she will. That you will be dead before she
calls the shot is just a trick of time. Going against you.”
Calderon
shouted again for his boys, and rocked himself in an effort to bring his body
down from his bonds. When he tired, he gave up, still swinging from side to
side.
“Keep
calling for your buddies. I’ll pick them off like duck targets.”
“Why
are you waiting to destroy me, Marshal?”
“I
want some information from you. What do you know about a street manager on planet
Valdeya called Freak? Lie to me, and I’ll call upon Metatron to get the truth
from you. If you make me call upon my master, I’ll cut your tongue out, and he’ll
have a hard time understanding your answer. You don’t wish to give the highest
of angels a difficult time, do you? He will consign you to the Fifth Heaven
where your punishment will last an eternity. He has no mercy for corruptors.”
Calderon
sweated like a turkey shown the chopping block. “Freak… He’d been a high-level
employee of the Juicers. I’d sold him the job of killing Faith Vedder. I’d
been told he’d taken the contract to Boss, who’d given it to Heretic.”
It
didn’t surprise the I-Marshal. Contract killings were often passed through a
chain of criminals to erase the true originator.
“Clearly,
Heretic hadn’t done his job. I found him at the woman’s side earlier today.”
Danny
disengaged his invisibility, removed the helmet and the cowl beneath it, and
set them down beside him on the floor. The gangster sucked in a slow breath of
shock to see him and put it together that his long-time associate from the
black-market underground was an undercover I-Marshal.
“I
always do my job. You’re not making any more plans for Faith. She’s fantasizing
of your destruction now.”
“Is
a third-rate reporter calling your shots now, Heretic?”
“Keep
mouthing off, and I’ll put my C-breaker down your throat and cook you from the
inside out. When was the last time you heard from Freak?”
The
click of Heretic’s switchblade rushed the monster into saying, “Weeks ago.”
“Before
or after Boss’s crew got hit on Valdeya?”
“Before.
A week before, I’m sure of it. I’m guessing Freak died in that hit.”
Heretic
knew Freak had survived his destruction somehow, and he knew Calderon lied.
“So
you didn’t kill Faith Vedder…and you’re screwing her now… Isn’t that against
I-Marshal rules?”
“Don’t
provoke me, demon. I’m not a man of limits.”
The
gangster’s vision roamed the target range and his position in it. “Are you
planning some shooting practice on me?”
“What
good would it do? We both know that won’t end your sick existence. You’ll just
regenerate in a day or two in that body. Unless I give you a thorough
destruction.”
Calderon
nervously chuckled, his peace disturbed. “You’ve a bit of a reputation as a
torturer, Heretic. Wouldn’t you rather take your anger out on me and let me
live, giving you a source of information?”
“I’d
like to take my anger out on you. Especially since I saw you put your grubby
demon lips on Faith today, attempting to defile her. I’d carve my initials in
your scaly chest for that. Maybe force you to transform completely, let your
wings sprout…so I can slip my blade beneath them and cut them from your demon
back. Carve the horns from your demon skull. Pull the fangs from your demon
face.”
Calderon
shuddered, probably imagining himself stripped of his evil tools.
“But
letting you live for what little info you could provide violates my mission to
destroy you and your kind. I’ll do what I must to end your existence. By the
way...” Heretic lifted the gold chains hanging around Calderon’s greasy neck
with his blade. “I arrest you in the name of the Draco Alliance. Now it’s official.”
“Stop
pretending to be a cop, Heretic,” Calderon growled. “You’re formed from the
same dark and wicked flame as me…son of fire.”
“I
guess it’s in my nature to see you suffer.”
“It’s
a sin you love too much.”
***
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